Sixth Graders Buying Beer?

ok, so I've just gotta say - 

I just learned why the gas station across the street from my house doesn't sell beer.

And even though I'm a mama who hopes her children never delve into the world of alcoholism, all I can think is "You've gotta be kidding"

First off, and for the record, I'm not a beer drinker.  Quite frankly, it tastes like crap.  Pu and Xrad, however, love it.

So, every Friday nite the three of us do "girls night".  It's a chance for Xrad to get away from her 10,000,000 kids, for Pu to think about something other than dehydrated Africans, and for me to remember what it feels like to be a person who isn't singularly addressed as "mommmmmmmm". (did you hear the whine in that?)

We drink.

Xrad and Pu like beer and pizza.  I'm much more a fan of fasting and wine.

ANYWAY . . . Xrad went to the across-the-street gas station tonight to get pizza and beer.  (Their "John Gotti pizza pie is FANTASTIC).  There was no beer anywhere in the gas station.  No, nowhere.  How about THAT folks?

Being the tenacious, intelligent, uninhibited girl that she is, Xrad asked the cashier "So, uh, where's the beer?"

Guess what.  There really is no beer.  At the gas station across the street.

Wanna know why?

Because it's too close to an elementary school.

Last time I checked, there weren't many 5 year olds purchasing beer.

Last time I checked, a 12 year old (you know, the age of pretty much ALL sixth graders) couldn't pull off buying beer with a fake ID.

Yeah. 

It's true - I do worry about Chester D. Molester finding my kids.  I guess I should feel safe now, though, since he can't buy his beer within 1 mile of their school.

Phew.  I'm gonna sleep better tonight.